New widget alert. Now that I’m working I need regular reminders to take meds, swim, and write. Now this lives on my home page reminding me.
No oem today. Last night was full of sex and laughter, and I slept in. I lived a poem. That should be enough.
The interesting thing about the new job is that I cannot access my phone during most work hours. They are banned from our stations. So I’m going to be filling my breaks with words, and reading and writing more. That sounds nice. Live in words.
Good morning. Day 2 of 15, giving up my mornings for work. Tired. Wrote my sad poem. Training should be straight forward and full. This evening: shenanigans.
My favorite summer holiday: fancy blt day!
The beauty and the curse of poetry is: no one gives a fuck. No one makes money. And that is beautiful.
I love a movie with Eerie Mystery. Picnic on Hanging Rock is perfect. The random movie stream on Criterion Channel wins again.